Windows

I want a home with so many windows. So that sunlight can seep in as much as possible. So that I never have to turn on any light during the day. So that it feels comfortable inside as if I am outside.

Maybe a sunroom. Sunrooms are very popular in the south. A room made of windows. They usually are home to so many plants and a dining table for lunch every day and a door to the garden. That’s what I want. A sunroom.

I want an old, big house with a big rap around porch and a big yard to be home to a big garden and a big dog. I’ve always lived in small spaces. Medium spaces. Never enough spaces. I want more than enough room. And I want every inch filled with sunlight.

I want a home like the one on Practical Magic. One close to the sea and far from neighbors but close enough to town. One with a huge garden to get lost in. To sit in the sun and read in. To run around and pick flowers in. I want it to have history and to give itself life. One where I could live for the rest of my life. A big house with big windows and a big garden.

I want one child to raise in this big house and one big dog and one old cat and one spouse to love.

I’m not sure why I want to write about this. I was just thinking about my dream last night where I was in this house that I want so much. When people ask at sleepovers or parties what you want in the future, this is what I see. A home that makes me feel safe and comfortable and good and happy. I just think about it and it makes me feel good. So good.

I want a home that would feel magical to a child. With so many rooms to play in and so many plants and so much life and so much love. And so many windows. It’s what I want. It makes me feel happy to think about. And I want to feel happy. Happy thinking about windows.